Two weeks later it drops into my lap.

Let me give you some background:

In 2006 I saw two of my friends were speaking at a giant expo in Los Angeles. I immediately went into envy mode. I whined to myself, “I want to do that! Why didn’t I think of that?”

Two weeks later I was handed a booth and speaking gig at that very same expo.

Last year I heard that a friend on my book tour was going to be interviewed on ABC-TV in Sacramento. I whined to myself, “I want that! Why don’t I get to be on ABC-TV?” She had a last minute conflict and I ended up taking her place on the interview.

Now I met a guy on facebook. (Really incredible man. I don’t know if it’s cool to mention his name here.) He’s interviewing with a top book agent who only does six figure deals. Same story. I whined to myself, “I want that! Why don’t I have that?”

About two weeks later I went to the American Book Expo and caught the interest of a significant publisher. Since then I’ve been getting the interest of prestigious literary agents. (Now I have to write a book proposal. Another excuse to whine…) I also found a mentor to guide me on getting corporate sponsorships and nonprofit partnerships for my book. Wouldn’t that be cool?

But really, this happens ALL THE TIME.

I’m thinking about why this works. Shouldn’t whining and envy and self-pity be low vibration and repellant?

Apparently not.

I think, perhaps, it works because I don’t obsess about this stuff. It plants an idea in my head of what’s possible. And then I DON’T WORK AT IT! All I have to do is whine, resent that I don’t have something too, then move on.

And then be ready to do whatever must be done when the opportunity arises, but in the meanwhile I’m focusing on other stuff.

This approach hasn’t worked with romance. If it had, I’d be dating Clive Owen.

Any thoughts or theories or connections to Clive Owen?

Cllive Owen